The dark raven of a woman seemed to ponder for a moment, her grey gaze watching him with a contemplative look. She then responded in such a way that caught his attention further. Yes, I am a born fighter. Taught by the best of my past pack before coming to these lands. Tsukikage finished his small meal of meat and bones, rising up on to his feet like the behemoth he was. What fighting have you need of? I assume you have a purpose for such things. He was not a fool, though not really one to push away a certain level of opportunities.

Especially if it was going to benefit him in the future. What ever it may be, know that I am the hammer, no, the sword that cuts down those that oppose. I am both judge and executioner if need be. Tell me, is this something that you desire? A near empty shell was he now. A mental shake and throwing away of the woman he used to love. She was dead and gone now, taking away what good might still be left in his heart. Or is it truly gone?